Worst Jokes Ever
What do you think of your mom? I can do it.
Why did you always see Michael Jackson wearing two white gloves?
Because masturbation is against Michael Jackson's religious beliefs.
Sometimes I get jealous when my phone dies.
In 2016, Americans took "Orange is the New Black" to a whole other level.
I got kicked out of the school library for placing a women's rights book in the fiction section.
When midgets smoke weed, do they get high or do they get medium?
What is italian sausage?
The dick of a gay italian.
Roses are red, Violets are red, Sunflowers are red,
HOLY SHIT, MY GARDEN'S ON FIRE!
How does a gay man trick a heterosexual man that is homophobic into giving him a brojob?
The gay man puts mustard on his dick and then puts his dick inside a glory hole.
What did the lesbian vampire say to the heterosexual woman after the lesbian vampire was done licking the pussy of the heterosexual woman?
"When is your next blood period?"
Hey, you have something on your chin, no the 3rd one down.
Q: What does Abraham Lincoln have in common with a poor quality pirated movie?
A: They were both shot in a theater.
Why do heterosexual men and women that are married in France only perform anilingus on each other in their bedrooms?
Anal sex and oral sex is against the law in France.
Why can a gay man give a better brojob to a heterosexual man than another heterosexual man?
Experience.
If I had a face like yours, I would sue my parents.
Don't say your life is a joke because jokes have meaning.
If being ugly was a crime, you would get a life sentence.
What do pedophiles do when they wake up?
Turn on the child safety lock on the car.
Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, “Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?” The birch says he cannot tell, but just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling. The birch says, “Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?”
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree and replies, “It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch, it is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever poked my pecker into.”
I wish my hair was depressed.
Cause then it would cut itself.